DISCLAIMER – Not mine. Belong to Anthony Zuiker, et al, CBS and Alliance Atlantis.

A/N – Thanks again to all those who reviewed. As always, it means a lot and is much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy Ch 5.

Chapter 5

Bringing two cups of coffee back into the lounge-room, Greg saw that Sara had fallen asleep. Taking both cups back into the kitchen, and pouring them down the drain, he returned to her sleeping form. Gently lifting her legs and cradling her head, he moved her into a curled position. Grabbing the afghan that was draped over the back of the sofa he drew it over her. Making sure everything was locked down, he quietly let himself out.

Sara woke an hour before shift. She was a little surprised to find herself on the sofa. Then she remembered getting drunk, yelling at Greg, attempting to go to work, yelling at Greg AGAIN and finally passing out again.

Stumbling to the bathroom, she swallowed two more aspirin before taking a quick shower so she'd look normal when she went in to work.

Greg looked at the clock with more than a little apprehension. There were only five minutes remaining before the beginning of shift and Sara still hadn't rocked up. Maybe I should have stayed with her, he thought. Don't be a doofus. She's fine, probably just a little hung-over still. He sat back sure that that was the reason. Then another thought wormed it's way in. Maybe she went out and got plastered again! Mentally chiding himself again he countered the inner voice with, She's not an alcoholic. She had a bad couple of days and needed to forget. She'll be here soon.

Before his mind could produce any more arguments, Sara entered the break-room and headed straight for the coffee. She smiled a little when she realised that Greg had used his premium blend.

Sitting at the table she directed a smile at him silently thanking him for the 'good stuff'.

All she said that revealed anything that had happened earlier that day was, "Thanks for the afghan."

He smiled as they worked their case as they normally would have.

As the weeks passed, he slowly rebuilt the bridges that had been damaged. Finally, three weeks after 'the incident' he asked Sara to accompany him on a drive. After much pleading and assurances that he was taking her someplace VERY SPECIAL, Sara finally though warily agreed to go with him.

At last they were on their way. There was a smile on Greg's face that'd been there since she'd said yes. Any outsider would have believed it to be the smile of a man whose marriage proposal had been met with a YES!

Stealing a sideways glance at her, Greg marvelled again at her beauty. When he looked back to the road a thought struck him that almost made him slam on the brakes.

It had hit him that at the age of 28, he, a grown man was acting like a hormone driven horny teenager. He glanced at her again. The sun coming through the window caught the highlights in her hair, making him want to run his hands through it.

Struggling again to concentrate on the road he grinned. Who the hell cared how he was acting? He was in the company of a beautiful, smart and sexy woman, whom he'd been crushing on for years. What was there not to be excited about?

Sara had caught the little interaction he'd had with himself and couldn't help but smile. As much as she hated to admit it, it was easy to get caught up in and be swept away by his enthusiasm.

As they drew closer to their destination, Sara finally twigged to where he was taking her. The Body Farm.

Who knew how many times she'd begged Grissom to take her, or at least set it up so she could visit and be given a guided tour of the place. He'd either put it off, or ignored her request altogether. And now here was this young, green level 1 CSI, escorting her to one of the top five places in the world she most wanted to see.

"Hey Greg!" He glanced over at her and grinned before returning his attention to the road. "Thanks."

His smiled broadened but he kept his focus on the road. "Knew you'd figure it out pretty quick. I wanted you to wear a blindfold, but I was pretty sure you would have refused to go or punched me out if I'd asked. Doesn't matter though cause I'm happy that you're gonna enjoy it."

"How'd you set it up?"

"Well, I couldn't really ask Grissom on account of that thing you have going between you, and as much as I like Cath, she scares me, and she would have wanted to know why, then all the explaining, plus which lets face it she would've told Grissom any way. So I asked Dc Robbins. The very model of discretion."

Her fondness for him grew. He really was a sweet thoughtful guy who listened and by doing so was able to grasp nuances that totally by-passed the man whose affection and attention she craved the most.

But she refused to think of that now. She was in the company of a bright, handsome man who had surprised her with the perfect albeit bizarre outing and she was going to damn well enjoy herself.

A/N 2 – Okay, I know that was short and mushy, but I had to go through that marsh to get where I'm going. Hope it didn't stink too much.